Cowboy Legacy

There’s a legacy inside him, As he sits upon his steed; His heart is filled with honesty, Not perjury or greed; He rides the same old range, That his father rode before; And it’s been that way for forever, A hundred years or more; Pushin’ cattle, brandin’ calves, That is a cowboy’s life; Someday he may settle down, And make some girl his wife; He’s spent so many lonely nights, Sleeping under the stars, He hasn’t got a tattoo, What he has are battle scars; There’s a rip across his stomach, From a rangy longhorn steer; And even though it hurt like hell, He never shed a tear; He always outs on a brave face, Emotions locked inside; And for his cowboy heritage, He feels only pride.